All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

My stomach plummeted like a stone. *I called him Mitch?* *Oh my God.* The warm, golden haze of arousal shattered in an instant, replaced by a cold, sickening dread that flooded my veins and turned my blood to ice. I hadn’t even realized the name had slipped out. It had just… happened. *How the hell am I going to fix this? It was only a nervous flashback to my first time with Mitch—that’s all. Just muscle memory from three years of nothing.* I squeezed my eyes shut, cheeks burning with humiliation. When I opened them again, Tarzan was already pulling away from me, the heat of his body gone in a heartbeat. He snatched his boxers off the floor and yanked them on with sharp, furious jerks, his movements rigid with barely contained rage. The beautiful intimacy we’d shared only seconds ago lay in ruins. “Tarzan… it’s not what you think,” I whispered, my voice cracking painfully. He dragged a hand down his face, then let out a harsh, humorless laugh that sliced through the air and

Back inside, the house felt colder and lonelier than ever before. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees tightly to my chest as fresh tears slipped down my cheeks. The silk nightgown did nothing to ward off the chill that had settled deep into my bones.My mind replayed the moment on an endless, torturous loop: Mitch’s name slipping from my lips like a curse. The way Tarzan’s entire body had gone rigid above me, the heat in his eyes dying instantly as his thick cock softened and pulled away.I hadn’t been imagining Mitch the entire time. Not really. It was just a fleeting flash of memory—triggered by nerves and the overwhelming intensity of finally letting someone new inside me after three years. But how could I ever explain that? How could I make Tarzan believe me when the words sounded so weak and pathetic even inside my own head?And worse, I had only made everything so much harder by telling him it shouldn’t matter because he was a man and I “just wanted to be fucked.” The memory

I drew in a deep breath, forcing a polite smile as I turned to face her. “Yes?” “I brought you a little something,” Gabi said with a smile — the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. I blinked, confused. Gabi offering me a gift after all the attitude she’d thrown at me yesterday? Something felt off. I wanted to decline, but refusing would only make me look bitter and jealous of her “perfect” Valentine’s date. So I stayed quiet. She reached into her expensive new bag and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box, handing it to me with exaggerated sweetness. “Thanks, Gabi,” I said, trying to sound grateful. “It’s a deodorant and some perfume,” she replied, wrinkling her nose dramatically. “I think you need it… for that awful smell.” “Excuse me?” My smile dropped instantly, replaced by a deep frown. She shrugged, feigning innocence. "Not trying to be mean. Just trying to help. Girls, didn’t her husband mention it? That she has a bad odor down there after those miscarriages? Probably f

I didn’t have time for this drama. My heart was already heavy from Tarzan’s silence, and the last thing I wanted was to be the center of attention. But I had no choice but to stand there and wait as the girls crowded around me.“Felicia, do you really think Lena would own something like that? Please… we’re talking about a million-dollar gadget!” Gabi snapped, throwing her hands up in frustration. “She works in a small café. How on earth would she afford it?”“I think Gabi’s right,” Vivian added quickly.But Felicia ignored them, already pulling out her own phone and scrolling furiously. “Guys, I found it! UX-Phone made another sale after Kret Joe, but the owner’s identity is hidden.”She looked up at me with open suspicion.I shrugged awkwardly. “Not me.”“Of course it’s not you,” Gabi sneered, rolling her eyes. “That doesn’t prove anything.”“Yeah… it wouldn’t make any sense,” Vivian muttered.“Alex,” Felicia spoke to her phone, “how do I identify an original UX-Phone?”The robotic

TARZAN'S POV Damon stepped into room,and walked to where I was sitting. I had already warned him she was coming after she sent that text. He’d switched back into his Coco persona just in case. “Young Master, she’s here.” I frowned, swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I told you to send her away if she showed up. What the hell am I supposed to do with that information?” “You need to talk to her,” Damon said quietly. “Drinking and smoking all day won’t fix this.” “I don’t remember asking you to fix anything, Damon.” My voice came out low and dangerous. “Get out. I don’t want to see your face.” I reached into my jacket for another pill, but Damon moved faster, snatching it from my fingers. “What the hell are you doing?” he hissed, gripping my shoulder tightly. “Mixing pills with booze and cigarettes? Are you trying to kill yourself? Have you lost your damn mind?” “Tarzan!!” Lena’s voice rang out from outside interrupting us. “I know you’re in there! Please, we